And yet I find Beautiful words from my wonderful friend, Rebecca Shapland. Free Writing Every time I hear you speak, Like God, hearing the voice of Eve, I am caught in silver spider webs of awe, Before collapsing into sadness, For I will never feel in my hands, The soft curves of your words. View original postShare this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.